I consoled myself with grocery shopping. It needed to happen. The store was ridiculously busy and overrun with managers. It seems Jamie Oliver has teamed with Sobeysto encourage healthy shopping. There were great recipes in each department along with demo tables. Of course it was too early in the morning for me to take advantage of any taste-testing. Only the produce department had their set-up ready. Still, the cashier at the checkout was so enthusiastic about it all. He made the entire shopping experience better. And I didn't buy any junk food so that was a win.
Still the rest of the day was bittersweet. We let the birds out of the cage to take advantage of the loss of Eliot. They didn't really do much. Milo looked around. Ky looked around. DNe asked if we could get another cat. No. We weren't looking for a cat. We just happened to find that one.
Anyway, it took me all day but I finally decided it was Karma in action for the time Milo went missing 15 years ago. He was gone two weeks before I found him with a family and two young pretty felines who adored him. I felt like a rat for taking him from them. They'd named him Inky - because he was black and they owned a printing press.
In the spirit of that memory, I texted the following photo to Eliot's real owner
Plus, I think I've convinced Stashaholic she should come here for a few days to recuperate.